If he couldn't be bothered booking a table on the most important night of the year, she would do it herself and hit him where it hurt the most; in his...pocket. Olivia was distracted by an email alert flashing across the top corner of her screen. She just about caught the name before it faded away: Ethan Hollander. A surge of excitement shot through her as she closed the restaurants' tab and opened her emails. It had been at least a decade since she'd seen that name, or the man it belonged to.. “Maybe just for tonight we could pretend,” she let go of her ex-husband's hands; “I’m in 208 now, seems there was some mix-up.” She smiled and turned away, and Jay’s eyes followed dropping to that wonderful ass encapsulated in her tight-fitting dress.“Wrapped around your little finger,” he mused. **“You know you have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?” he said as he stepped away breaking their embrace and took hold of her hands.Anastasia smiled sweetly at her father, squeezing his. She fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Kathleen, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing knickers to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her new friend. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over. The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the. His cock shrunk back and she laughed and taunted her subject. “What happened to that little wrinkle worm?” she called. “Did it get scared?” Then she took a deeper tumbler and filled it with ice water and stuck his dick completely in instead of just the tip. His cock shriveled even more in the ice water bath. She let him just sit there blindfolded and hooded. He was her's for now and she enjoyed making him do her bidding. She got a wash cloth and filled it with ice and wrapped it around his.